Page 33 of The Sicuro

“You fucking cunt.” He’s shouting but I can still hear unease in his voice.

“Oh, and you think you had, what was it, ‘my bitch’ burnt to the ground.” As he says these words I take a step forward at an angle, if he moves his head even slightly to the left, he will see me.

“You failed at that too.” His tone is vicious, almost spitting the words at him, his anger starting to make his features tense. As the words leave Gabriel’s mouth, I raise the gun. I turn the safety off causing it to make an audible click.

O’Connell’s head snaps to the left, his eyes widen, and he takes a sharp breath in.

I have the gun now pointed straight at his head, I smile at him.

“Hey.” I say softly. It feels as though time around me has slowed. I squeeze the trigger and watch as the bullet travels from the barrel and bores into his forehead. Blood sprays from the wound over me, and anything close by. His body drops to the ground heavily as Anders runs into the office. Everything is still in slow motion as Anders approaches me and Gabriel stands from his chair. I still have the gun held out, staring at where he stood. Anders stops beside me as I lower my arm to my side, he grips hold of my wrist with one hand and takes the gun in the other.

“Miss Taylor, I’ll take that.” I turn my head.

“OK.” I say looking at him.

Gabriel walks around his desk, over to me and takes my hand. He walks me into the bathroom, and I willingly follow. No words are spoken. He slides my dress down over my arms, I rest my hands on his shoulders as he pushes it down my legs and holds it for me to step out of. He places it to the side before lowering to the ground to carefully remove my shoes.

“Arh, my dress, will it be OK?” Gabriel looks up at me, grins and gives out a soft laugh whilst slightly shaking his head.

“Yes, it will be fine.” He stands brushing my hair back off my shoulders, I’m naked, the dress doesn’t allow for underwear, so I am standing with only O’Connell’s blood over me. Gabriel undresses and takes me into the shower, he gently cleans me, removing any blood. His touch is soft and delicate.

“Are you OK?” His words match his softness.

“Yes.” I answer factually. I always thought in a fight or flight situation I would be running for the hills.

“How did you know how to use the gun?” He asks, the curiosity clear in his voice.

“I don’t know, maybe the true crime documentaries did have some use.” His eyes are on mine, goosebumps are taking over my body and my breathing deepens. His eyes widen, and he reaches his hands up placing them around my neck, thumbs along my jawline keeping me looking at him, he leans down and kisses me, hard, passionately. Mytongue follows his, I moan, and he devours it. Fuck, I am already wet.

“Kelcie, you looked so fucking powerful taking him out. But you didn’t have to do that.” His forehead is resting on mine, I can feel his breath as he speaks.

“You say I’m yours, so that makes you mine.” My heart starts to race, and the realisation that I’ve just shot a man in the head is sinking in, yet I don’t care, I have no remorse for what I’ve just done. I love this man, and no one is going to take him from me.

“I will go to the depths of hell and burn everything and everyone on the way to keep you safe. Nothing will take you from me, ever. Even in death, I will be with you, there is no me without you. I will do what is needed and more to keep you mine.” His head still resting on mine as he speaks.

He kisses me again and moves a hand between my thighs, squeezing my flesh as he moves up making his thumb hover over my clit, I want him.

His lips are on mine, as he pushes his fingers deep inside me hard, his thumb pushed on my clit moving in circles.

“Fuck,” he growls his voice husky. I can feel his hard dick pushing against me.

“I’m yours Gabriel.” He pulls me into him by my hips, pushing me against the shower wall, I can feel the cold tiles on my back making shivers run over my body. I feel him guide his hard dick to my pussy, resting it there before crashing into me. I scream.

“Oh God!”

“God can’t help you now,” he whispers into my ear. I feel every bit of him filling me and my pussy clenching around him. His hands are running over every inch of my body squeezing with bruising pressure. He fists my hair in his hand pulling it back making my head reach back. His other hand comes back around my neck against my jaw. His hips thrust back and forth, making me cry his name. He tightens his grip on my neck, restricting my breaths but not eliminating my ability to moan.

“So fucking good,” he pants out. He fucks me hard and fast, my body begins to shake, my eyes start to blur, and I can’t help but moan his name.

“Come for me Kelcie.” His demand has me clenching around his dick as he continues to fuck me, he doesn’t rest up, making my cum drip down my thighs with each of his thrusts. He holds me close, hand still gripped around my throat.

“Always mine” he whispers into my ear as he thrusts a final time, coming deep inside me, I feel him fill me making me gasp for air.

We are getting dried up, and Gabriel is getting dressed.

“What should I put on?” I don’t want to put back on the dress that has blood on it.

“Stay here, I’ll have someone grab one of the work dresses you can slip on until we get home.”

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